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mook tbg - sag my jeans كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this that tbg sh_t
(it_it’s dino)
let’s go

[chorus]
i keep sh_t on the low ’cause these n_gga like to snitch (that’s it right there)
come up in the party with ’bout 40 on my wrist (bling)
all i know is money, i can’t get enough (i can’t, i can’t)
and b_tch, i sag my jeans, ’cause i won’t pick ’em up (i can’t, i won’t)
and b_tch, i sag my jeans, and i won’t pick ’em up (i won’t)
i send my lil’ n_ggas to come hit you up (i will)
i send my lil’ n_ggas to come hit you up (i will)
and them ambulance n_ggas to come pick you up

[verse 1]
all of these n_ggas my kids, watchin’ my moves, they stealin’ my flow
playin’ my song, but n0body know, i really pull up in back of the ghost
i’m wit’ his ho, she go all the way low, n_gga want smoke that’s all that we blow
f_ck up the money is all that we know, flex and finessin’ don’t ever get old
i never lie in a rap that i wrote, they just be actin’ they really don’t know
nothin’ i do anymore for the low, i need a couple to come to a show
i keep a couple when i’m on the road, this like a 100 that’s why it don’t fold
we know he told, kept it on the low (on the low)

[pre_chorus]
i never lie in a rap that i wrote, they just be actin’ they really don’t know
nothin’ i do anymore for the low, i need a couple to come to a show
i keep a couple when i’m on the road, this like a 100 that’s why it don’t fold
we know he told, kept it on the low (on the low)
let’s go
[chorus]
i keep sh_t on the low ’cause these n_gga like to snitch (that’s it right there)
come up in the party with ’bout 40 on my wrist (bling)
all i know is money, i can’t get enough (i can’t, i can’t)
and b_tch, i sag my jeans, ’cause i won’t pick ’em up (i can’t, i won’t)
and b_tch, i sag my jeans, and i won’t pick ’em up (i won’t)
i send my lil’ n_ggas to come hit you up (i will)
i send my lil’ n_ggas to come hit you up (i will)
and them ambulance n_ggas to come pick you up

[verse 2]
no, i don’t play by the rules, pull up wit’ army, we jumpin’ out coupes (skrrt)
if he want war, we k!ll all of his troops, try to take mines, that n_gga a fool
i’m the type n_gga, f_ck up the loot, you got a gun, but never gon’ shoot
they tryna see, wanna know what i do, he actin’ tough now his blood on my shoes
got blood on my suit, he wanna problem, we solvin’ a few
all of that talkin’, we take off his roof, these n_ggas broke, but tryna be cool
i spend a band every time that i move, i’m off the gas, i barely can move
watchin’ my back, they want me to lose, walk with a gun on me, probably got two
clip got 30 and ready to shoot (shoot, bratt, bratt)
hop in the coupe, watchin’ for 12, he makin’ the news (skrrt)
we hit a few, watching’ my back, they want me to lose (lose)
walk with a gun on me, probably got two (bratt, bratt)
let’s go

- mook tbg

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